A world of women and their men believed itself quite on the mend. They thought themselves so bright and clean—they’d cast such judgement at the mean. Liars all—near every one—horizons to the setting sun. These people told one biggest tale. They’d sing it thrice to great regale. We see these girls just as they are. We treat them well and healed their scars. A boldest lie they’d ever tell—they’d all have things a bit more swell. Misogyny would find a way to tear them each and every way. They’d be the boys when it made sense—to cast them down for recompense. They’d be the girls when made to feel their whole expression was not real. These women would get worst of all. It was our shame which brought the squall. Our biggest hearts to be set free—had long been made to bend the knee. They’d take a place outside the race and watch all others claim their space. These women were most rarely seen and then were told the world was green. To speak truth would cast them out—no one could handle honest shouts. Not one to play the victim game, it wouldn’t matter all the same. People never did the work—avoiding witness of the birth; the crack which bore into our soul when we prescribed such gender roles. A woman’s work was not to be—tied to what you used to pee. It was a heart and spirit’s mark without an ending or a start. It was for each to seek and find—still we’ve decided to stay blind. Yin and Yang was not the key. It would take more to be set free. Seeking leads beyond the self and into others born to help. Those very same who’d walk the line—holding both within their mind. Girls or boys who’d seen the worst and had to lift their life’s own curse. They’d know the best of who we were in gender’s sense—it was a blur. The simple truth that would be found, all were welcome, each was sound. Every thought which leaves us free would be the key to grasp our glee. All would come to see the light of what these people had to fight. Those women long perceived the least—at longest last would slay our beast.
